अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः।
The end is the beginning.
A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas...
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Mihira had controlled her urge to kill. Of course, she could not kill Tarush for the sheer sin of being a horrible man. There were multiple horrible men, Mihira could not kill all of them. Thus, despite her decision, she has decided to revert it and not kill Tarush.
She would never get caught, of course. But in the rarest case that she did, she did not want to risk her life in Vidharbh. Life with Rukmini didi, Eklavya, Rukmanetra, Saini and Virat.
However.
However.
Perhaps Rukmini Didi was determined to make Mihira do something rash.
Eklavya came to Mihira's house, fuming and furious. "What kind of people are living in this city nowadays?" He snarled as soon as he entered the house, almost startling Virat, who barked at him in surprise.
Mihira waited for him to continue, pausing in her task of sharpening her machete. She regarded him coolly, eyes half hooded and the machete hovering over the whetting stone. Nothing made Eklavya mad. Nothing.
"The guy I dropped off at that Writer's house, your tailor?" Eklavya started raging as he came into the house, jerkily pulling down his turban and putting it away, walking near to where Mihira was sitting on the floor. "Apparently this is the same writer that I've been hating for years. I had to interact with that fucker today, Mihira! He's worse than his articles make it seem."
Virat jumped around the two of them in circles, growling in order to show his support of Eklavya's anger. The man laid down beside Mihira, stretching out his limbs, and Virat took the opportunity to cling onto Eklavya and sprawl across his lap.
"Speak clearly, Eklavya." She drawled when she realised that he wouldn't continue on his own.
Eklavya sighed in frustration, throwing an arm over his eyes. "That is the ass who writes bullshit about the government workers. And now, he's graduated to talking bullshit about Rukmanetra in these last two days."
Mihira had indeed not seen Rukmanetra for the last four days and she had not known anything of this calibre.
Something started to burn in her chest, the venom in her jaws spreading and she again felt the cold of her real life start to creep up to her fingers. Willingly or unwillingly, Rukmanetra had become one of the people Mihira cared about and to even think that something as little as an article could be bothersome to him— she would burn down the writer and the article. In the same fire. "Elaborate." She ordered softly, eyes trained crucially on Eklavya.
Eklavya, who hadn't yet taken his arm of his eyes, huffed. "He's apparently publishing articles about Rukmanetra's competence as the law maintenance officer."
"Any motive?"
"None. He's just an ass." Eklavya huffed. "He's so obnoxious. He was trying to get an interview with me, telling me that he won't name my name in the article but he wanted to know if Rukmanetra was even the one who arrested that guy."
